You fought MS longer, better, more courageously than any other soul I know.
Your kids continued to grow stronger, taller, truer. They pursued differing paths than any of us would have guessed when you were first diagnosed. The grand kids are all taller, stronger and a little above average. Your genes and spirit make them vibrant.
Your home was safe sanctuary for us in Miami. Dan could come and go, but the anchor was in place, was secure because you were there.
When Dan told us that after the diagnosis so, so long ago that the two of you just returned to the car and held each other and cried and cried — I instantly had the image — of hundreds, no thousands standing around that car. All of us weeping or wiping tears. Some holding each other, but all of us thinking that this disease, this test, this curse had hit us all. And we silently held up our question to God, “Why her?”
You have answered that question fully, now, I know. That is ancient, one world back history now, I know. But I wanted to say it to simply say, “Thank you.”
Melinda, you made mother, friend, sister, Mother Superior, and encourager look so easy, so graceful.
And you are making it look so graceful again, of course.